Chapter 11: The Alpha's Heir

Eighteen Years Ago…

In the cold ground of the abode of the Fire Moon Pack, where the night’s breeze howled gently, Sheila Swann is dressed in blood—literally.

The rest of the pack is holding a banquet, feasting and drinking. Laughing and merry-making.

But to Sheila, a soon-to-be mother of a baby girl, this is not a celebration. This shouldn’t be even full of smiles and cackles.

“This should be a bloodbath,” she inhaled.

“Oh really? You must be that bitter to say that, Sheila Swann...” Celine Amberr’s voice is rough and dry. Her former bestfriend then gave her a mirthless grin.

“You must be brimming with jealousy because Alpha Jonas chose me over you, who originally happened to be his mate.”

Clasping the snow of the winter ground, Sheila could’ve choked Celine to the earth if it wasn’t for Alpha Jonas’ guards, their bodies are huge and hard.

“This is a celebration, Sheila. Don’t make any scene. You’re lucky you a